MTL - The Demon King Took Off His Little Horns-Chapter 78 【Thanks for irrigation】

The entire Eastern Region is so poor that as soon as there is spare money, it will immediately invest in the construction of the city. Words such as "annual salary" and "salary" are far away to Ans Air. Heard it in a lifetime.

Of course, he is not a harsh devil, he can just tighten his belt and live by himself, there is no need to treat the ministers who are fighting the world together. So at the beginning, Anseir faked a salary table, with his name and the largest number at the top, showing that His Majesty the Demon King received the highest salary.

The ministers expressed that they should take it for granted, until they discovered that His Majesty the Demon King would secretly invest his salary back into the city construction.

This matter was discovered by Bulul. As a murderous lord who once sat on mountains of gold and silver, Bulul is very sensitive to numbers, which is why Ansair made him Minister of Finance . At first, the accounts did not match up. The former lord was furious and ordered the Ministry of Finance to find out immediately, otherwise they would all be eaten!

As a result, the accounts were counted, and it was found that the money had increased rather than lacked. After further investigation, it was found on the head of His Majesty the Demon King.

Although His Majesty the Demon King stayed up all night to make fake accounts in order to hide the money well, and lost a few precious white hairs for this reason, but after all, he couldn't hide it from Buluru, who has dealt with money all his life. How ruthless Pruru is to other people, and how numb he is when he encounters matters related to His Majesty, he bounces and asks Prime Minister Andre for help.

The great devil is holding a glass of red wine, which is a high-end consumer product purchased with the salary bestowed by His Majesty, and the ministers are actually not doing well. In the dim light of the oblique light, Prullu, who had turned into a bitter gourd-like green from worry, looked at Andrei. Suddenly, he saw the other party pour out the glass and let the precious drink fall on the ground, followed by the crystal. The cup smashed into countless pieces when it fell to the ground.

The big devil with peacock feathers covered his face and smiled.

Bu Lulu was very puzzled. In his opinion, this was not a time to laugh at all, and Andre quickly thought about what to do now!

[Stop laughing! what's so funny! 】

The chancellor squirms in dissatisfaction.

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The big devil still covered his face with one hand, Pruru couldn't see his expression, only a low voice could be heard.

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【Aren't you happy, Poluru? Such a king is leading us forward. 】

The slime slowly turned back to the original pink, but there were small flowers blooming in the body, like a picture of spring, showing his excellent good mood.

[Of course I am happy, Andre. 】

Translucent Chancellor of the Exchequer.

【But I will laugh when I am happy, unlike you... 】

[I’m still crying. 】

The big devil raised his head when he heard the words, the corners of his mouth were still raised, but tears rolled out from the devil's vertical pupils. He took off the lenses, wiped them, and put them back on.

The fire of anger in my heart never ignited again.

From the day His Majesty's fire was kindled.

In the end, all the close ministers headed by Andre jointly signed a letter to resolve this matter. The close ministers jointly petitioned that before the GDP of the Eastern Region reaches a certain height, they will, like His Majesty, no longer charge one cent or one cent cent salary.

Anyway, I usually have extra income, and I pass more food and money through the Devil's Palace, and money becomes unnecessary. His Majesty cannot be left alone to enjoy incorruptibility, they should be with His Majesty.

Anseyer couldn't persuade him at all, so the salary slip was completely fake and posted in the Demon King's office. In fact, all the ministers involved in the list will not be paid, and the wages will be invested in the construction of Suberbian City.

Director Vassago thought of this, and the smile became real.

"Although it is not an annual salary, we can be called a joint-stock system and run our own business."

"Oh!" Joey understood, "Family business!"

The Anse family is so rich! Thumbs up!

Anselm remained silent about Joey's praise.

…Rich has only one gold coin in his pocket.

Because there will definitely be some dust rising when sorting out the convenience store, Vassago asked Ansair and Joey to go to the back warehouse to rest for a while, and then come to the front three minutes later. Before starting to organize, he slowly pulled down the shutter door, and under the warm light of the convenience store, his shadow gradually twisted into a huge and entangled appearance.

These scaly tentacles gleamed with silver light, orderly arranging items one by one at a speed that was almost an afterimage. Two huge tentacles push the shelves to rearrange, and the small tentacles sort the products on the shelves. Some tentacles clean the dusty ceiling, and some tentacles drag the dust on the ground...

In between these huge ferocious tentacles, the silver-haired gray-eyed supervisor stood tall and straight, he gently picked up the spoon, stirred the prepared soup, the milky white soup flashed With a fine golden oil sheen, and then put in various colored **** in turn, the main hot food sold in the convenience store is cooked.

Three minutes, the supervisor put away all tentacles and opened the door gracefully and politely.

"Your Majesty... Please take a look, do you agree with me?"

He gave Joey and Anseyer some more hot soup, and a little ball, mostly to taste the new soup. Ansier took a sip, feeling that his diet had finally returned to the level of the Devil's Palace, and Joey even drank the soup and burst into tears.

"Used chopped pickled cabbage and the original bone broth as the base of the soup, supplemented with shrimp, soy sauce, pepper and sugar." Vassago whispered softly, but could not help but feel a little regretful , "The limited ingredients have allowed you to eat such simple food. When you order this restaurant later, I promise that you will never let such indistinguishable and unsurpassed food appear in your restaurant."

Joey was still shedding tears for this bowl of soup, when he heard Vassago say this, he suddenly thought of something.

"Anse, are you planning to sell this store?"

Ansel nodded.

"Yes."

"Ah... it's better to have a phone call with Miss Sylvia earlier. I heard before that, in order to make the two of us freer, Miss Sylvia is going to buy it in the name of the club. I don't know if I've talked about it when I go to this store."

It's already late at night. After get off work tomorrow morning, let's call again.

***

In the neat and spacious ward, the silver-haired girl has woken up. The wound on the ventral side was properly treated, and only slight pain came from time to time, but it was already within the range of tolerance. Such a large wound is not suitable to be treated with healing magic in one breath, it will damage her personal healing ability, so she still needs to rest for a while.

Sylvia looked at the window, and sure enough, the person who was leaning against her in the chair was the one she thought. This person is no longer young, and the years have left a little dust on his temples, but it has added to the calm charm, but Sylvia is not worried about his age, a powerful witcher can live for a long time.

With her own strength, she slowly sat up, and the sound alarmed the sleeping witcher. The witcher woke up and immediately leaned over to help her arm and put a soft pillow behind her.

But...

The hand holding her did not move at all, it was a dignified and dignified gesture.

Sylvia lowered her eyes sadly, she knew that in front of Edward, she was always just a junior, just a little girl.

"You don't need to put pillows like this." She forced a smile, "I'm going to get up soon, I have an important schedule today, and I'm going to talk about the purchase of a convenience store."

Edward looked at her disapprovingly.

"Hill, your injury..."

"It's alright, it won't crack anymore, I'll be more careful, Edward..."

"Uncle Edward."

At first Edward didn't understand why the ownership of the convenience store was so important, until he knew it was the convenience store where both the hero and the holy sword worked.

That's really important.

This restaurant is also the business of the owner of the convenience store, who is very wary and has a rather uncertain personality. Sylvia also worked hard to invite for a long time, and the other party was finally willing to come out and meet, but the owner of the convenience store also said the ugly thing in front-he would not sell the convenience store to Sylvia.

Sylvia wants to fight for it. Many things are achieved only because of fighting for it. This is also her responsibility as the head of the club.

The restaurant is surrounded by flowing water, and there are rough ironware and flags in Viking style everywhere. The whole restaurant is like a big ship sailing on the sea, giving people a unique look and feel.

Sylvia endured the discomfort of the wound and walked into the restaurant, "click", like a light signal, Sylvia saw the reclusive convenience store owner.

"Click!"

It's the sound of the other party crunching potato chips.

Sylvia has seen all kinds of people, but she has never seen such a person. I saw two large packages of food piled up beside this man. He sat on the seat by himself, eating everything attentively without stopping his mouth. But he himself is tall, straight and handsome, and the ends of his eyes are slightly raised. When he looks at people, he always looks a little strange.

"I've said it before, and for the sake of you being a little girl, I'll say it again."

"The store does not sell."

Sylvia braced herself.

"If it's a price issue..."

"No, it's not because of the price." The owner of the convenience store opened a new pack of potato chips, tasted it, and was satisfied, so he explained a little more patiently.

"It's just that I don't want to sell to the Witcher Club, that's all."

Sylvia struggled for a while, but that person's attitude was tougher than a stone, no matter what the price was, she would not let go of the convenience store, and she couldn't say anything important. It made Sylvia almost think that the other party was a member of some hostile organization, and she was going to make a fuss about the hero and the holy sword who were working in the shop.

Efforts were ineffective, Sylvia had to leave.

"Click!"

There was another sound of potato chips being crushed. The convenience store owner leisurely squeezed the bag of potato chips and suddenly laughed.

The little human girl, she works very hard, but unfortunately...

He doesn't sell the shop to anyone other than Ansair.

Sky light casts in from outside the ship-shaped restaurant, shrouding the eyes of the convenience store owner in shadow. Suddenly, his golden eyes changed, and the pupils elongated and stood erect like an alien.

This is definitely a pair—

The eyes of the devil.

"Long time no see."

The devil laughed.

"My proudest student."

The author has something to say:

As mentioned earlier, the Great Demon Hermit taught the Demon King Ans El.

Don't worry! own people!